Advice, What'er you have to say, my friend, Whether witty, or grave or gay, Condense as mach as ever you oan, Ard say in the readiest way; And whether you speak of rural affairs, Or particular things in town, Just a word of friendly advice Boil vour MS, down. For if you go spluttering over a page When a couple of lines will do, Your butter is spread so much, you see, That the bread shows plainly through; So that, when you have a story to tell, And would like a little renown, To make quite sure of your wish, my friend, Bail your MS, down, Daniel Gray. BE, J. HOLLAND'S BEAUTIFUL PORTRAIT OF 8 FATHER, I¥ 1 shall ever win the home in heaven, For whose sweet rest 1 humbly hope and pray, In the great company of the forgiven I shall figure to find old Daniel Gray I knew him well; in better ; For my young eves oft And saw how meekly from the orvstal letter He drank the life of his beloved Lond, trath, few Knew Vid Danial Gray was not a man who lifted On ready words his freight of gratitude ; Nor was he called among the gifted In the prayer meetings of his neighborhood. He had a few old-fashioned words and phrases, Linked in with sacred text and Sunday rhymes; And I suppose that in his prayers and graces, I've heard them all at least a thousand times an wal 1 see him now--his form, his face, his motions, His homespun habit and his silver hair - And hear the language of his trite devotions ohair, 1 can remember how the sentence sounded, * Help ux oh, Lond to pray, and aot to faint I” And how the rounded The loftier as) “oongquering and to conguer rations of the saint. He had some notions that did not him ; He never kissed his children- And finest scene him Loss than a horseshoe improve 80 thoy say 2 or rarest flowers would move wipk % rickad up in the way. He had a hearty hatred of oppression, And righteous word for sin of every kind ; Alas, that the transgressor and transgression Were linked so closely in his honest mind ! He could see nanght but vanity in beauty, And naught but weakness in a fond caress, And pitied men whose views of Christian duty Allowed indulgence in such foolishness. 3 Xot there were k 3 Aud I am old that wh Not nature's him From his fond v gils at th worn LOTS WE need nor le Charley, hair, And on his breast a rosabu And guessed, i there, 1 gat d gat hered early, i fearini m of falling, id Daniel was always in his place, A practi reamear ; ¢, unlooked-for the nd in lieaven, great Re- realth sone golden day. pationt eye alled him long garnered up for ladeemer ¢ to inherit And his | The he him. aven of } heaven, ¥ hope and pray, von VOLUME XV, HKditor and PA., 2.00 in Advance. 26, 1882, NUMBER 4. [to the actualities of the present by a sweet voice at his elbow inquiring difti dently, *‘ Is this seat engaged ¥ Turning sharply, he saw a dignitied | but youthful lady, with a face like that jof one of Raphael's Madonnas, His impressible heart paid her homage at { once, and he was about to spring to his { feet with spontaneous politencss, when | the pleasurable emotion was checked by {one of dismay. She held in her arms a baby—well dressed, neat, chubby, | bright, and, to a parental eve, a cherub {of a child; to Mr, J. Templeton Ward, | his pet aversion andepeculiar horror, He looked at the child with an ex | pression of intense disapprobation. “| { think you will be more comfortable at | the other end of the car,” he remarked, | slowly raising his eveglasses and sur | veying the perspective of crowded | seats, “ I will try another car,” replied the | lady, with quiet dignity. { Mr. Templeton Ward's good breed. | { ing asserted itself. “Indeed, madam, ! ; I had not observed that there were no Pray do not imagine me | so egregiously selfish ;" and the little { lady was quickly seated at his vis-a-vis, { For some time the baby condneted | itsalf in an exemplary manner, drum- | ming on the window-pane and watoh- | ing the rapidly whirling landscape, and | { Mr. Templeton Ward had time to ob | serve that the lady was dressed in that | ! alleviated mourning ®hich allows cer- | | tain concessions to fashion and becom- | { ingness in the toleration of white at | | the throat and wrists, and solitaire | pearls in either ear, { “You have a fine little boy, madam.” | The lady smiled. “She is a very | | good baby.” | Mr. Ward was momentarily confused. { “Your little danghter resembles yon | strikingly,” he remarked. Again the rarely sweet smile flickered | | across the lady's lips. | “You could not compliment me in a | more gratifying manner,” she replied. { He turned to the baby and endeav {ored to interest it in an exhibition of { his watch and seals. *What is her name?” he asked, hoping that the reply might involve that of the mother. “We call her Dimple. Don't you! think a baby the most delicions thing | in the whole world ?’ { “Well, no, it had never cccarred to me in that light before, bunt you know quaintance with Miss Dimple.” “You could not help liking her. She never cries; she is absolutely angelic.” | Mr. Ward was on the point of re- warking, “I said she resembled von,” but he checked himself, they were not sufficiently intimate vet for flattery, The conversation became impersonal, and drifted through a wide range of sub- jects, Mr. Templeton Ward becoming | more and more in erested in his travel- | ing companion, and quite ignoring the presence of the baby. This young per- | son at last became fidgety and even Cross, “The precious infant!” “wt mi Y.: . exc. aimed 1 Gray. the lady. ‘How forgetful I am! She A LOST BABY. | Mr. Jonathen T. Ward, or as his card mc ra mcdernly expressed it, “J. | Templeton Ward, Jr,” looked like a man supremely satisfied with his for- tune and himself, He had just rceoived a partienlarly gratiiving letter from his sister in New York, calling him to the city on a flat- tering